Her voice quivered and tears fell when Hagen tossed back his hood. “Daj, you came for me. I mean, I hope I can call you Daj because . . .” Eryka glanced quickly at the open doorway. “Because, well, I don’t really have anyone left to call a maj or a daj, so I thought—” Hagen had her in his arms in the next breath and let her sob. He bent his chin and kissed the top of her matted hair. “Girl, you call me anything you want.”
